A friend from Oklahoma said, at the end of a daylong hike, “I have wore myself slick.”
I had too. I thought how grateful I am to inherit useful expressions like that, often from old ranchers like Jan’s infamous Uncle Clyde. “Raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock.” “Hotter than a June bride in a feather bed.”
My favorite Uncle Clydeism, though, is “Steeper than a cow’s face.” Right. On hikes like that I have wore myself slick.